Charlotte's pov "I'm sorry, your mum didn't tell you?" Harry said, and before I knew it, he knelt down on one knee, and tears started streaming down his face. I couldn't contain my anger, and it suddenly changed my voice. Harry thought his condition was the reason for what happened, so he asked, reaching out to touch my chest, "My mother? To do what?"Feeling betrayed in that moment, everything happened so quickly that he noticed the sorrow in my tone. I turned and went inside, with only one thought in mind: my mum must have informed Harry that I would be coming today. I went straight to my mum's door and knocked twice. Even before she came out, I was shaking my head. As soon as she came out of her room, I said, "Thank you so much. You set me up?" I couldn't look at her face and turned to go down to my room, and she immediately followed behind me. "Charlotte! Charlotte!" she called, but I didn't stop. When I was about to enter my room, I paused and said to her, "Go and meet
Charlotte's pov If I remember correctly, I started getting ready to go to King's Royal Hotel at 2 pm. I took a shower and deliberately spent more time bathing, hoping to make the day go by faster. Now I know that time really drags when you're waiting for something. I sat down at my makeup chair and meticulously applied makeup to every part of my face until I achieved the desired look. I decided to tie my hair up in a ponytail. Why am I so focused on my appearance? This man won't even be able to see me. But I was determined to get his phone number and name so we could meet after tonight. Another thing that bothered me was that it had been a while since I had been intimate, and it felt like my body was missing something essential. Something that I wanted only this man at the hotel to give me. About two hours later, my mum came to my room, dressed up to meet her boyfriend. "How do I look?" She turned around, waiting for my compliment. "You look gorgeous!" I said. She was wearin
Charlotte's pov The first thing I noticed about the male voice entering the door was that it sounded very familiar, like one I had heard before. But I quickly dismissed it as a mix of emotions. Then the voice asked again, this time after closing the door, "Can I come closer?" He sought my approval to approach me. The faint light at the far end cast a slight shadow on me, but it wasn't bright enough to reveal my face or the clothes I was wearing. "Yes...s," I replied. "Sweetheart, I was here about thirty minutes ago, and I thought you might not make it." Now he was very close, holding my fingers. I was about to say something when he gently placed his hand over my mouth and said, "You don't need to apologize. Your memory was the strongest feeling I have ever had..." At this point, I couldn't hold back anymore. Deep down in my heart, I knew who was speaking, and joy overflowed as I said, "Tyler?" When I called his name, he was shocked and immediately removed his hand from m
Ella's pov My life has been a difficult journey that I never wanted to share with anyone, especially my daughter Charlotte. I've always been afraid of burdening her with the trauma I've managed to overcome over the years. So, all this time, I've only given her a fabricated version of my story. She grew up believing that her dad and I separated early in our marriage and that was what I told her. That was a huge lie, but I thought it was better for her mental well-being when she was young. I didn't think she could handle the harsh truth about my life and what I have passed through. If only I had known, I wouldn't have displayed that old picture on my bedroom wall. It's the source of all these issues. Charlotte has never been sad or felt hungry for her father's presence. But when she asked me how she was conceived, I knew it was time to reveal the truth to her. At first, I hesitated and didn't want to disclose what I had been hiding. "My dear, can we talk about this when you're in
Charlotte's pov Why do I lose myself whenever I see anything related to Tyler? Just a message from him and my legs, fingertips and heart would start trembling. I used to think that once I had made love with him for once, it would be over, but it seemed like it was just the beginning of my feelings for him. The next day, after Tyler and I slept together, it became a struggle. Everyone seemed interested in knowing who I had been with. My mom, on one end, wanted to know about my new man. She even wanted to read Tyler's apology letter if my new assumed boyfriend had broken my trust and love. She was so curious about it that I had to make up a story that wasn't true, and she still had her eyes on me before she left with her boyfriend. I could recall Ava calling me again after I mistook her for her dad and spoke angrily to her on the phone. "Charlotte, how was it? Isn't he the one?" Ava asked. "Ava, please, no. He's not the one," I replied. I didn't understand why Ava started laughi
Author's pov It was in the evening and Luke was in his house and he was about to enter the bathroom when he heard the sound of a car. No one had called him that he or she was coming to visit him. Filled with curiosity, he came out of his room and went to the sitting room, then from its window, he looked through and saw that it was one of his close friends Martins who had come. Instantly, he went to the main door and opened it. Martins was still about to come out of his car when Luke opened the door and stood at the door ro wait for his friend. “Martins…,” he called his name and there was a big bottle of wine in his hand. From the look of things, Martins was a bit drunk, but he could still control himself. Martins ignored his greeting and walked closer to him and said, “I thought you traveled. Let's go into the car. What's happening to you? I don't see you in the club any longer. Don't tell me you are cooling off.” “I…I came,” he smiled and stammered and was smiling beneath it
Charlotte's pov The moment I saw Tyler standing in front of the door, I froze and it was as if I did something and I was caught and had nowhere to run to. I couldn't close the door and his right hand was at his back. I didn't know how I did it. We were both looking at each other and he took his eyes away from me in a second and as he blinked and looked at me, I was gone. I swiftly entered my room and the door was closed. I guess he thought my mum was around and I sensed he stayed in the sitting room for a while and a few seconds later, I heard him calling my name. “Charlotte! Charlotte!!” He called and I didn't know what came over me and I came close to my door and stayed there to listen to his voice and my foot mistakenly hit my door and he immediately knew where I was and walked towards that door and it was my room. “Charlotte, I know this might be strange to your ears. First of all I am completely grounded. There is nothing I could do right now if I don't have peace with yo
Charlotte's pov Is jealousy associated with love? I could see it on Tyler's face. He wasn't happy at all and I could see how the expressions on his face were even after he had dropped me in my house. When he asked me who Paul was, I said, “Paul is an old friend in college. A very close friend and at several times, he asked me out, but I declined it because I was in love with Harry. But now he is married and they have a daughter called Carol.” “Why will a married man be so close to you when you both come out of the room?” As soon as he said that words, I came out openly and said, “Please, what do you want? I enjoy every moment spent with you.” I said and when I remembered what Tyler said after I asked him that question, I paused my thoughts for a while. I was in my room contemplating. Does Tyler want a close or open relationship? How can they be? How can I date him in the presence of my best friend? In his own words, he said, “Charlotte, this might be a hard truth, but I ne